I was a rune mage and gave my life to stop the invasion and protect the empire. However, death turned into a new chance—I came to in the body of a foundling whom a village healer had taken in.
There is almost no magic left in me, and my “savior” treats me like mute household help: for the slightest offense—beatings; instead of care—hunger and humiliation. But it won’t last: I am still the rune mage Askol d, and the knowledge of the ancient Rune-scribes’ line has not gone anywhere.